Paid in Amerikkka - Granny Pack a .38 (feat. Abib Jahleel) Lyrics

Oh AmeriKKKa
Swear that bitch a predator
Steal won't give you credit nah
And still give us credit no
For building with our backbone
The concrete that you stand on
The money that yo hands on
The honey from yo ransom
The one you pull yo badge on
The one you put yo fears on
Don't ever put yo hands on
Or you get gone get that fair one
The black one with the skin tone
Will no longer be shot down
We rolling up with shotguns
And we gone lock this block down
They rolling up with glocks now
Done came to far to stop now
My heart don't pump no kool aid
No sugar or no fruit cake
No sigma or no Boule
I two step it my own way
A nigga wit a attitude and bet I get that pay day

Niggas walkin
Niggas talkin
Puffin doddy
I be rollin
Pistol toting crackkka scoping
Hate a nigga
They be bussin

Hate a nigga
They be bussin
Hate a nigga
They be bussin
Hate a nigga
They be bussin
Hate a nigga
They be bussin

The delusion of amerikkka
Profits off hysteria
This is not a marathon
Race isn't everything
If you will consider this
They took all our youngest and our brightest and our pilots
And they gave em all syphilis
Please know who you dealing with
This is to your benefit
Focus in your penmanship
Wisdom and your knowledge and acknowledge you will always be a target
This is heartless
This is war baby
And the worlds gone war crazy
They make you seem or make your world crazy
Make it seem like you was born crazy
This ain't your world baby
But now you gotta make it yours baby
That's real life shit...this is how the world made me
My wife's a modern Corretta
Scott King... courageous
Young black and clever
Beautiful as ever
The key to my survival my rivals are not entitled I'm liable to grab the rifle